there are families, i hear, who can't keep secrets because their inabilities to speak in the first person drive them to blurt everything they can about one another. by the time they're brave enough to speak for themselves, they sound both false and cheap. i resent works like the royal tenenbaums for wrapping that so wittily; i'd novelize it myself if i could solve it with something better than a non sequitur or a death.

and 'prioritizing' as an excuse - flinging oneself in a single direction because it's more elegant than juggling - is the worst sort of sloth. fuck that noise.